Aunt Bessie was one of the best human beings I’ve ever known.
She was kind and loving. She had a gentle spirit. I can’t remember her ever saying anything negative about anyone, even if the person deserved it. She was always eager to help those in need. She wasn’t wealthy, but she gave sacrificially to her church and to other ministries.
But Aunt Bessie knew little about theology. She didn’t have much education. She prayed constantly for other people — including for my sisters and me — and she read her Bible all the time. In a private conversation at her house while I was still in college, though — just a few years before she died — she admitted to me that she struggled to understand the language of the King James Bible.
That lack of intellectual understanding of scripture troubled her, she said, but she just knew she loved God and trusted in Jesus with her whole heart. She wanted to be the best person she knew how to be and live as she thought God wanted.
Now let me tell you about someone entirely different.

When will you admit that a constitution can’t control state?
My political lens makes me think you’re crazy — and vice versa
Vulnerability is scary, but failure to be open guarantees loss of love
My own question now faced me: ‘Would a healthy person do that?’
What’s the use of love if the one who you love doesn’t need you?
When I die, what will I remember? Who won an election or who I loved?
Romantic love is part obsession, part reality — and part madness
What if we planted for future instead of spending for today?